The Bizarre Adventures of the Oil Man, but Starting with Warhammer 32K

The demon army extended some of its tentacles into the hive city on the second day of the offensive. Although it was far from a complete breakthrough, Vashtor had already obtained the important turning point he wanted.

"They want to use architecture to manipulate us? That's as they wish."

He waved his hand and played the second card in his hand.

"Send those Chaos Knight families into battle! I want to show those Skitarii who are the uncrowned kings of combat in complex terrain!"

The dark green Corrupted Knight mecha appeared at his command. The sages, fresh from the Great Rebellion, had a deep impression of this knight family, which once originated from Mars.

"It's the Knight Family of Vixtrix!"

Remembering how much damage they had caused on Mars, the sages, feeling unable to resist, became agitated for a moment.

Once loyal servants of the Death Skulls Legion, when the Death Skulls Titan Legion betrayed Mars and defected to Chaos, this knight family followed their master without hesitation and fell into the arms of Chaos together.

Unlike the smaller families of today, which only have a few dozen knights, the Trix family active during the Great Crusade was a full-fledged legion of a thousand cavalry. If they all arrived, the only conventional force on Mars that could withstand them would probably be a fully mobilized Titan Legion.

Fortunately, the Trix family did not send out so many knights, or Vashtor's energy was not enough to teleport so many knight mechas.

The priests who were nervously searching the battlefield found no trace of the Titans of the Death Skull Legion, which made them feel relieved.

But more than 300 knight mechas are also a terrifying enough force, and Mars currently does not have the existence that can match this force.

——There used to be, but those knights were all destroyed by Kubik.

The knight mecha was surrounded by a horde of zombies and rushed towards the gap opened on the outskirts of the city.

The Warlord-class Titans turned their guns around and tried to prevent their breakthrough, but the ghouls used their bodies to pave the way to the gap, ensuring that most of the knights could enter the battlefield smoothly.

The remnants of the Skitarii stumbled back through the ruins on the outskirts of the city, their crimson robes scorched black by the smoke, servo skulls circling overhead, emitting shrill alarms.

The Forge General's orders played in a loop on the encrypted channel: "Establish a circular defense line based on Forge Temple No. 12 to prevent the demonic army from breaking through the outskirts of the city and entering the inner suburbs. Concentrate all melta weapons at the crossroads—"

Before he finished speaking, a plasma shell whizzed in from the top of the spire three kilometers away, evaporating the Crusader Army formation behind the palace into boiling liquid metal all over the ground.

Urquidex was knocked down by the force of the bombardment and fell behind a half-broken wall.

His mechanical eyes caught a glimpse of a hideous silhouette not far from the distant buildings: a patrol-class knight, accompanied by his followers, was wantonly sweeping away the Martian Skitarians.

"Oh my God, how did things turn out like this?!"

Two days ago, he was still worried about the teleportation plan to Mars, but he never thought that the situation would suddenly turn into a firefight with demons and Chaos Knights.

He used to be grateful for being able to escape from the orcs and Covenant Port, but now, he even wished he had never left Covenant Port.

Even waiting to die in my own shipyard is better than being here!

Despite complaining, Urquidex, who didn't want to die, hurriedly readjusted his defense.

He ordered his Crusaders to barely form a new line and concentrate their heavy firepower to deal with the knights who continued to approach.

But even if they occupied advantageous terrain in advance, these so-called heavy firepower still seemed insignificant in front of the knights blessed by Chaos.

The Profane (Patrol) class knights are equipped with the now long-lost Radiant Shield technology. This black technology, based on ion technology but with effects similar to the Void Shield, can absorb the fire of energy weapons and achieve 360-degree defense without blind spots.

The Skitarii ambushed in the building could not find any blind spots to break through their defenses, and the galvanic guns and low-power ion weapons in front could not overload the knights' shields.

Sending the Skitarii to push forward and detonate the melta bombs did have some effect—but the best that this effect did was cause the knight to stumble, and no longer be able to advance at full speed.

The Empire's redundant design was fully demonstrated in this Blasphemy-class Knight. No matter how hard Urkidix tried, he could not stop the Chaos Knight from crushing all obstacles in his way like a behemoth.

He couldn't help but feel despair: "How can this be defended?!"

His experience was just a microcosm of what happened to many other Skitarii. Unlike the previous siege of the Knights on the Phalanx, when their firepower wasn't enough to deal with the Knights, the narrow terrain made it easier for the Knights to slaughter them.

The Skitarii's defenses were as fragile as paper under the fire of the Knight Mechs, and every bombardment caused their positions to collapse.

"We can't stop them!"

The Deputy Foundry Supervisor understood the current battlefield situation. Seeing his Crusaders suffering heavy casualties, he felt as if his reactor was dripping with oil: "Our army has been completely divided! Lord Foundry General, please order a retreat!"

"No!"

Kubik rejected his plea.

The suburbs are the last line of defense. If this point is breached, the only thing left is the outer urban area and the real core area inside.

Retreating to the core area and rearranging the defense line is indeed an idea. The turrets that have been deployed during the construction of the production area will serve as an advantageous support.

But if the war spreads to the core area now, it means that all the efforts to forge the general will be wasted.

He stressed in an unquestionable manner: "Hold on firmly, and there will be a way!"

The deputy foundry supervisor had no choice but to continue with the execution.

The Casting General appeared calm and composed, but only Kubik himself knew that he was far from being as calm as he appeared.

"What on earth is Pavonis doing? Why hasn't he arrived with reinforcements from the Final Wall yet?"

It wouldn't matter if they didn't come to Mars, but he would be used by Mars to sacrifice to Om Messiah!

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What Kubik didn't know was that Pavonis was also helpless.

"Sage Leon! The outer perimeter of the hive is collapsing! How long are you going to wait?"

PS1: I still owe 22,000 yuan, and I feel that finishing this decisive battle will almost pay it off.

PS2: I will write about the Pilot fighting Chaos Knight later, so I need to think about it carefully.

Chapter 187: Vashtor's Curiosity.

Pavonis's mechanical eyes flashed with anxiety, but Leon looked at the battlefield leisurely, as if the war in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Sage Leon! The demon army has broken through the city's defenses, and the Crusader Army is retreating step by step! The Casting General ordered you to attack immediately and support the front line three days ago. But you have been hesitating here!"

Facing Pavonis's anger, Leon simply waved his hand: "The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. I need more data to assess the situation."

Pavonis was momentarily furious, but the situation was completely out of his control. As the Forge General's henchman, he couldn't help but tinge with despair:

"What are you waiting for? Are you going to watch the hive fall?"

The Forge General had clearly offered a price for the Void Shield, and it was clear that he would gain nothing by allowing the demons to invade the Hive City. Pavonis's logic simply couldn't comprehend Leon's actions.

He even began to fear this unfathomable sage.

"Since the Casting General told me to pick up the goods myself, then it should be up to me to decide when to pick them up."

Li Ang completely ignored General Zhu's urging. With a big plan in mind, he was still assessing the situation on the battlefield: "I need an opportunity..."

An opportunity for both the Forge General and the Demon to be weakened, an opportunity for him to take advantage of the situation.

The ghoul army was still attacking the defenses outside the hive city. However, unlike the previous clash of cannon fodder, the days of fighting had brought the main forces of both sides together.

Not only the Chaos Knights had entered the outskirts of the city, Leon could also see Skarbrand on the outer front fighting with the Warhound-class Titans who were specially equipped with melee weapons.

A Warhound-class Titan was responsible for providing long-range firepower containment, while another specialized Wolf-type Warhound used a pair of Fallen Angel-type power claws to collide with the two-handed axe of the Khorne Demon. The spark-flying confrontation between the two sides looked astonishing.

Mars knew that he had to use close combat to deal with the Great Daemon of Khorne, but even knowing how to use close combat didn't guarantee victory.

Skarbrand seemed to be able to suppress the two Warhound-class Titans, but the Warlord-class Titans were busy clearing out the vampires and ghouls and had no time to spare.

They tried their best but could only keep the battlefield on the brink of collapse under the demons' reckless attack. However, their efforts also gave Leon, who had been ambushing on the flank with his army, the opportunity he wanted.

"Their focus is on each other, leaving us with a breach that could allow us to cross the perimeter and enter the outskirts of the city. Cooper, get everyone ready. We must fight our way to the outskirts as quickly as possible."

Cooper took the order. Thanks to Xie Ri's efforts, over five hundred Hellion Chariots had been mass-produced to serve as the vanguard of this assault, while fifty Tiantu-class Titans would serve as the backbone of the operation.

The remaining Fists of the Exemplars were operating previously captured transport vehicles.

Leon appointed the veteran Thorn as the joint commander of the Fist of Exemplar and the Undead Army. They will accompany the troops and quickly establish a defense line after sending the Undead Army to the outskirts of the hive.

"Into the hive?"

Pavonis was surprised. "Shouldn't they attack the flanks to relieve the pressure on the defense?"

"Taking a force of only tens of thousands to attack the flank of an army of millions? I'm not that stupid. I promised to assist Kubik, but I'm not here to be his cannon fodder. Anyway, you guys need reinforcements everywhere now, so don't get involved here."

Thinking of the Chaos Knights wreaking havoc in the suburbs of the hive, Pavonis could not refute, but he still had doubts about Leon's command.

"These Soul Drinkers—will they not join the ranks of battle?"

"They are amazing tools that we'll use later."

Pavonis wanted to ask another question, but Leon interrupted him.

"Pavonis, you can go back and report to the Casting General."

"What are you reporting?"

"From now on, I'm going to keep the spark burning!"

No one paid any attention to Pavonis who was left there.

The first to strike were the Hellion Chariots, these nimble little vehicles that were inconspicuous as they sped across the sand.

It wasn't until the promethium flamethrowers on their vehicles spewed out blue plasma flames that the black oil men who were controlling the out-of-control servitors finally noticed it.

"Where did this enemy come from?"

As the remaining biological tissues on the servitor's body emitted crackling sounds of burning oil, the servitor, lacking sufficient flesh to support it, fell to the ground and became unable to move, even if it did not turn into ashes directly.

Such a servitor couldn't even see the exhaust of the Hellion Chariot.

After sweeping away a group of mechanical servants, the Hellfire Chariots started again, their wheels rolling over the scorched earth and continuing to move forward without stopping.

The black oil man still wanted to organize a resistance, but Leon had originally chosen their weak link.

None of the nearly ten thousand servitors here could withstand the scorching heat for more than ten seconds, making it impossible to delay the advance of the Hellfire Chariots. The entire battle line was opened up at an extremely fast speed, and the road deep into the city suburbs was right in front of them.

The Hellion Chariot is really useful against lightly armored units, and Leon is satisfied with the result.

However, the demons weren't completely unresponsive. Both Vashtor and Kubik noticed the sudden movement on the battlefield.

Kubik breathed a sigh of relief at the arrival of reinforcements, but soon he frowned again.

"What is Pavonis doing? Why aren't Leon and the others attacking from the flank?"

Vashtor also noticed Leon. This sage from Huangquan No. 8 finally left a deep enough impression on him this time.

"From Maxim until now, this guy has always been the one causing trouble..."

Tech-priests, ambitious people, fence-sitters, or whatever, as a demigod of the Warp, Vashtor has seen too many such people.

When he saw Leon on Maximus through the eyes of believers, he thought that this sage who wanted to seize Maximus in the chaos was a similar existence.

At that time, he was only a little interested in the strange weapons in the hands of the Astartes. Leon, the ambitious sage, seemed unremarkable to him, so he naturally did not take him seriously.

Later, he lurked on Mars, carrying out his plan with his followers, but was unexpectedly found by Makachen.

The Tzeentchian, whose cheek had been cut off for some reason, told him what Leon had done in the Covenant Port and assured him solemnly that the sage would definitely go to Mars to cause trouble for his plan.

"Are you so sure?"

Vashtor didn't believe it at the time.

"I asked Carlos to help me look at it!"

The Lord of Change yelled and rambled, trying to convince Vashtor.

"That two-headed birdman, are you sure he's telling the truth?"

"I'm sure of it, because he didn't see anything!"

This piqued Vashtor's interest slightly; he found it hard to imagine a soulless being becoming a mechanical priest. Judging by the fear on Makkachen's face, he might be hiding a deeper secret.

But what does this have to do with him?

He rejected the Great Demon Tzeentch's invitation to cooperate and only intended to concentrate on advancing his plan to take away the entire Mars.

Of course, he wasn't completely unconcerned with Leon. When Leon finally arrived on Mars, he signaled to Augustus to devise a plan to eliminate Leon, which led to even greater conflict.

He was just a sage, but the arrogance of the demigod made Vashtor feel that killing Leon would not be much more difficult than crushing an ant.

But when Leon escaped using an unexpected teleportation method and began to fight with Skarbrand for the production line, Vashtor found that he had to face this surprising sage.

He realized that those birdmen with no hair on their beaks might have been right on the mark for once.

Tolerating this sage will indeed lead to many difficult problems.

Just like now, Li Ang, whom he had ignored, actually appeared on the most important battlefield to him with his men.

Vashtor no longer doubts Li Ang's ability to cause trouble.

He had originally intended to avoid this sage and focus on attacking the hive. Unexpectedly, this man was like a fly, and if you ignored him, he would fly right into your face!